'So this is the room I'm supposed to stay in from now on?' I look down—the door is small, barely three meters, probably because Azraelith isn't even close to being as big as me and Mother.
Though I doubt Azraelith can't go giant, she probably just prefers a smaller form.
'Hmmm... I didn't want to have to leave my true form... but fine.' I've gotten used to staying in this form anyway; it's great, but it's not like I'm in any danger inside the castle.
So I slip out of my true form, my body slowly shrinking down to two meters tall—but I don't want to be that tall either, so I reduce my size to a hundred seventy-seven centimeters, which is two centimeters shorter than Azraelith.
Being shorter than her gives me this nice feeling of her being a bigger, stronger older sister.
"Now then..." I open the bedroom door to step inside, only to see that a lot of things are broken. I sense danger instantly, but instead of defending or dodging, I use the fundamentals of creation.
